Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.